I Took My Nephew From a Shelter After His Mother Abandoned Him—Fifteen Years Later, He Held Her Life in His Hands

a small television mounted in the corner playing cartoons with the sound turned low. A little girl, maybe five years old, sat nearby clutching a stuffed rabbit that had seen better days, rocking slightly in her seat with eyes that looked far too old for her face.

No child should ever have to look that old, I thought, and felt my throat tighten.

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